Story Based off Ally Carter's novel series, "Gallagher Girls" all credit is given to these six books.
Introduction
My current training was blemished as I watched them go. Bex, Liz, and Macey were all bundled in perfectly suitable outfits (according to Macey) with the frozen winter weather. I sat as I watched the long limo pull out of our extremely secure grounds along with two other, not as expensive, cars. I knew almost every detail about the three students leaving considering they were not only my best friends, but also my family- the sisters of Gillian. I knew I sat three stories high off the ground as I saw them pull out, I also knew the latest news in Russian attacks and huge enemy groups of the CIA and MI6, but at the moment those details in my life were dangerously insignificant and I knew I had to stop acting like a normal 16 year old and take in counter the fact that I was soon to be a spy. With my schools long hours of teaching me how to anticipate but never be surprised, how to use the tools and skills an asset obtains, and to use your mind as your biggest weapon, I never thought I would have a problem with something as simple as a boy.
The school I attend is not just a high-end boarding school; it is a training school for future intelligence operatives. Therefore, I know every detail of a restaurant I come out of, I can know the time of day at any given point in any country… almost, I know how to knock out or kill anyone I meet, and I know a ton of different languages, but of all that, they don' t teach you how to understand boys.
Anyway, I was alone complete silence over took the room as well as my mind. I wasn't sleeping but I we clear of thought just staring at the window. Odd enough this has been the third time this has happened this month and I am horribly angry! We are taught never to lose our train of thought. If you lose thought you have to recalculate and remember where you left off, I forgot the time (which is something I am not ever supposed to do) along with forgetting how many bags are now absent and how many people just left in each car. I FORGOT TO COUNT! That is what I call losing my touch. (Almost every spy has a codename, mine I am particularly proud of; the chameleon. If you have guessed I am a pavement artist by the characteristics of this animal, you would be correct. With the power of training in this field of work I can do things such as open an old squeaky door with not the slightest sound.) So losing my touch is a very detrimental thing.
The three friends I just left were the ones who have helped me all this time with personal drama as well as physical problems so seeing them leave was kind of sad but I know they will be back before the new semester it's just sort of lonely without them.
At the moment my mom is on a mission in Libya and my dad sadly is missing, as in most likely dead, so I am stuck here with a few teachers and the state of Virginia to keep me busy over break. But as I sat there only one thing really surfaced, Zach.
Education: Blackthorne
Name: Zachery Goode
Observation: Short dark hair, tall, strong, and green eyes
That's pretty much all I know. I don't know how to feel about him, he's mysterious and full of cockiness but I kind of like it…maybe. I mean he was like a puzzle when I last saw him a year ago at the exchange. He is connected somehow with the CIA but I don't understand how he constantly knows more than me. For one thing though, he seems to know Mr. Solomon (our Covert Operations teacher) and that might have more than a little to do with it.
I left the window seat and glanced around the room tasking in the openness and deciding to enjoy my break, I went to Mr. Solomon's office to find out a little more about Zach and maybe also get some information out of him about where my mom is.